Finally, it was time to slow down. Slow down life that is, and get in some trails. I’ve been working practically non-stop (substitute teaching and putting together the brochure cover for the district’s Adult School). And I finally mailed our out-of-state Christmas packages (to Missouri, Texas, and England). This morning the boys were off to their last day of school before the long winter break (17 days!), and I had some free time (even after running several errands).
I was cold. The trails were muddy. The skies were blue. The creeks were full. And I didn’t fall in the water once. Not once. But I did fall during this easy seven miles. The story’s stupid really. I slipped in a cement drainage ditch and slid down smack into the pavement. In a split second I landed on my rear, my palms slammed to the ground, and then I made impact with my back. Fortunately, my back was cushioned by the water in my pack. Funny, I wasn’t even going to wear a pack because I wasn’t sure how many miles I would run. Anyway, the entire trip was beautiful. Even the fall (or rather slip).